Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265

Michael and Peter walked in from outside.

Yasmin screamed for Michael to save her. "Mike, she's gone crazy! Save me!"

Michael was visibly panicked. "Stephie, put down the lighter."

Peter was also startled. He stepped forward and said, ''Stephie, calm down. Put the lighter down. Take a deep breath. You don't want to hurt anyone, right?"

I glanced at Michael and Peter and then scoffed. 'Wrong answer. The one I want to hurt isn't just anyone."

The flame of the lighter ignited the alcohol on Yasmin's hair instantly.

Yasmin screamed in terror while trying to pat out the flames on her hair. She fell to the ground, crying and screaming for help.

I stood there coldly watching Yasmin crying and begging for help.

Then I watched as Michael rushed up, wrapped Yasmin in a wet cloth, and she cried in his arms.

Peter frowned deeply as he looked at me for a long time.

"Mike, she's going to kill me! She's going to kill me! Mike, save me! Save me!"

Yasmin was still crying. Her hair was burned and messy, and her face was reddened by the flames. Too bad her face wasn't scarred.

"you're crazy! You're all crazy!" Yasmin yelled at me furiously.

I shook the lighter in my hand and wanted to light it up again, but Peter rushed up and snatched it away.

Peter seemed angry. He seemed to be hypnotizing me. "Stephanie! Is this how you repay your parents?How heartbroken would they be if they saw you acting this way?"

Suddenly, a ringing filled my ears. When Peter touched me, I felt as if I were being pricked with needles. My vision darkened and my consciousness began to blur.

"Stephie? Stephie!"

Before I lost consciousness , I saw Michael, who was holding Yasmin, rush over to try to hold me.

What a joke.

Rachel was right. He really wanted both of us.

He had Yasmin in his arms, but he was still trying to come to me. It was disgusting.

"Mike, it hurts! My face hurts so much!" Yasmin cried and clung to Michael. She didn't want to give him a chance to come near me.

From that day on, I began to pay close attention to Michael. My eyes were full of him.

I didn't understand why I felt that Michael had said he liked me before.

He frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

"You said it when you were a teenager. You said you liked me. You said you would marry me when I grew up," I said with disappointment.

Back then, I thought I was upset because Michael had forgotten his childhood promise.

But that wasn't it.

Because the person who had made the promise was never Michael.

"Are you sick? We were children then, and how could such words be taken seriously?" Michael cursed and then turned and walked away.

Later, I began to quietly treat him well.

I would make his favorite desserts, his preferred mango pudding.

"Mike, Imade mango pudding. Try it..."